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“I’m not being negative, honey. I just don’t want you getting your hopes up, only to be disappointed, is all.” Abigail set the bags down on the counter. She scanned the tent they were in. She was behind one counter of four. Behind her were four cookers, with hobs included. They almost looked like part of the tent. In front of her were empty chairs, two aisles of fifty seats each.
Elise reached into one bag and took out the apples first. “I understand what you’re trying to do, Mom, I do. I get it. You’re trying to soften the blow, but he’ll be here. I know he will.” She checked the time on her cell phone. “He’s got five minutes.”
Forcing a smile, Abigail agreed openly. Inside, she had a gut feeling Mike would be a no-show. He was probably at the track, practicing for the biggest race
